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Harry
clapped
his
hands
around
his
throat
and
felt
two
large
slits
just
below
his
ears
,
flapping
in
the
cold
air
...
.
He
had
gills
.
Without
pausing
to
think
,
he
did
the
only
thing
that
made
sense
-
he
flung
himself
forward
into
the
water
.
The
first
gulp
of
icy
lake
water
felt
like
the
breath
of
life
.
His
head
had
stopped
spinning
;
he
took
another
great
gulp
of
water
and
felt
it
pass
smoothly
through
his
gills
,
sending
oxygen
back
to
his
brain
.
He
stretched
out
his
hands
in
front
of
him
and
stared
at
them
.
They
looked
green
and
ghostly
under
the
water
,
and
they
had
become
webbed
.
He
twisted
around
and
looked
at
his
bare
feet
-
they
had
become
elongated
and
the
toes
were
webbed
too
:
It
looked
as
though
he
had
sprouted
flippers
.
The
water
did
n't
feel
icy
anymore
either
...
on
the
contrary
,
he
felt
pleasantly
cool
and
very
light
...
.
Harry
struck
out
once
more
,
marveling
at
how
far
and
fast
his
flipper-like
feet
propelled
him
through
the
vater
,
and
noticing
how
clearly
he
could
see
,
and
how
he
no
longer
seemed
to
need
to
blink
.
He
had
soon
swum
so
far
into
the
lake
that
he
could
no
longer
see
the
bottom
.
He
flipped
over
and
dived
into
its
depths
.
Silence
pressed
upon
his
ears
as
he
soared
over
a
strange
,
dark
,
foggy
landscape
.
He
could
only
see
ten
feet
around
him
,
so
that
as
he
sped
throuugh
the
water
new
scenes
seemed
to
loom
suddenly
out
of
the
incoming
darkness
:
forests
of
rippling
,
tangled
black
weed
,
wide
plains
of
mud
littered
with
dull
,
glimmering
stones
.
He
swam
deeper
and
deeper
,
out
toward
the
middle
of
the
lake
,
his
eyes
wide
,
staring
through
the
eerily
gray-lit
water
around
him
to
the
shadow
beyond
,
where
the
water
became
opaque
.
Small
fish
flickered
past
him
like
silver
darts
.
Once
or
twice
he
thought
he
saw
something
larger
moving
ahead
of
him
,
but
when
he
got
nearer
,
he
discovered
it
to
be
nothing
but
a
large
,
blackened
log
,
or
a
dense
clump
of
weed
.
There
was
no
sign
of
any
of
the
other
champions
,
merpeople
,
Ron
-
nor
,
thankfully
,
the
giant
squid
.
Light
green
weed
stretched
ahead
of
him
as
far
as
he
could
see
,
two
feet
deep
,
like
a
meadow
of
very
overgrown
grass
.
Harry
was
staring
unblinkingly
ahead
of
him
,
trying
to
discern
shapes
through
the
gloom
...
and
then
,
without
warning
,
something
grabbed
hold
of
his
ankle
.
Harry
twisted
his
body
around
and
saw
a
grindylow
,
a
small
,
horned
water
demon
,
poking
out
of
the
weed
,
its
long
fingers
clutched
tightly
around
Harry
's
leg
,
its
pointed
fangs
bared
-
Harry
stuck
his
webbed
hand
quickly
inside
his
robes
and
fumbled
for
his
wand
.
By
the
time
he
had
grasped
it
,
two
more
grindylows
had
risen
out
of
the
weed
,
had
seized
handfuls
of
Harry
's
robes
,
and
were
attempting
to
drag
him
down
.
"
Relashio
!
"
Harry
shouted
,
except
that
no
sound
came
out
...
.
A
large
bubble
issued
from
his
mouth
,
and
his
wand
,
instead
of
sending
sparks
at
the
grindylows
,
pelted
them
with
what
seemed
to
be
a
jet
of
boiling
water
,
for
where
it
struck
them
,
angry
red
patches
appeared
on
their
green
skin
.
